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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.