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 Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.