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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Make Up,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.