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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Association,
Magma,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.