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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.