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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.