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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.