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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mars,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.