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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Make Up,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.