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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 snare 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.