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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.