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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.