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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.