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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.