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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.