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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.