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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.