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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.