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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.