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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.