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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.