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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.