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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.