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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.