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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.