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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.