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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.