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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.