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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Magma,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.