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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.