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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
EPMD,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.