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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.