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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.