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 Peru 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.