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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.