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 Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.