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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.