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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.