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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.