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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Q65,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Scion,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.