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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.