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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.