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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skarface 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.