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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.