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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nirvana 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.