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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.