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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.