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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
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Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.