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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.