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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.