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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.