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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
10cc,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.