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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.