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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.