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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Scion,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.