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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Wings,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.