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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.