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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Names,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
June Days,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.