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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.