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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.