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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.