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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.