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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.