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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.