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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.