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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.