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 Netherlands 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.