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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.