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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.