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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.