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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.