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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.