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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.