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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.