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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
UT,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.