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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.