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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.