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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.