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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.