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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.