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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Groovy Waters 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.