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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.