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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Crime,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.