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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.