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 France and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.