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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.