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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.