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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.