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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.