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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.