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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.