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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.