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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.