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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.