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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.