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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.