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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Technova,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.