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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.