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 Maldives and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.