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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Newcleus 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.