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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.