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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.