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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.