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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Television,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
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.