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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.