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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.