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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.