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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.