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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
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.