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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Scan 7,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.