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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
X-101,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.