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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.