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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.