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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.