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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.