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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.