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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.