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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.