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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.