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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.