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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.