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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.