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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Skarface,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Hoover,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.