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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.