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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.