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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.