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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
MDC,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.