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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.