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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.