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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.