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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.