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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.