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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.