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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.