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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
June Days,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.