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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.