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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.