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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.