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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Television,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.