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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.