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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.