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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.