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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.