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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.