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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.