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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.