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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.