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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.