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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.