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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.