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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Smog,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.