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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.