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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.