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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.