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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.