Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.