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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
UT,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.