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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.