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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.