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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.