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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.