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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.