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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.