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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.