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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Franke,
The Move,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Neu!,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.