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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Nico,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.