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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.