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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.