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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.