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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.