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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.