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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.