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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.