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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.