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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.