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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Television,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.