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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.