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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.