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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.