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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.