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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.