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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Ossler,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.