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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.