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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Smog to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Residents,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.