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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.