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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
ABC,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.