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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Organ,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.