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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Bill Near,
DNA,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.