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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.