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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.