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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.