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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.