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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.