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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.