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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.