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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.