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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.