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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.