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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.