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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.