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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.