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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.