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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.