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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.