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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.