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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.