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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.