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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.