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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.