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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.