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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.