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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.