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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.