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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.