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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.