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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.