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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.