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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.