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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Pole,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.