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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.