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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.