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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.