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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.