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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.