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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.