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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.