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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.