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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
CMW,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.