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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.