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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.