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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Move,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.