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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.