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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.