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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.