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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.