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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.