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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Radiohead,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.