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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.