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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.