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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.