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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.