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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.