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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.