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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.