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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Slave,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.