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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.