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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.