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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.