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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
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.