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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.