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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.