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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.