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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
DNA,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.