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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Index,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.