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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.