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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.