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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.