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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.