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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Fear,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.