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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sound to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.