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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.