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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.