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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.