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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Can,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.