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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.