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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.