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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.