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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.