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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.