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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.