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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Can,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.