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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.