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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
cv313,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.