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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.