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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.