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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.