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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.