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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.