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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.