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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.