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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.