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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
10cc,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.