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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Lyres,
Pole,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.