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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
JFA,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.