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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.