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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.