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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.