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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.