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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.