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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
June Days,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.