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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.