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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.