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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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 Buckinghams,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.