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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.