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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.