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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sherman to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.