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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.