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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.