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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
DNA,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.