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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.