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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.