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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.