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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.