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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.