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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.