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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Nico,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.