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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.