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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.