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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.