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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.