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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.