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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.