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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.