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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.