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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.