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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.