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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.