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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.