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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
UT,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.