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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.