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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.