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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.