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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.