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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
John Cale,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.