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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.