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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.