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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.