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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.