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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.