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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.