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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.