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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Hoover,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.