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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
cv313,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Unwound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.