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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.