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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.