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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.