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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.