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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Organ,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.