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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.