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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.