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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.