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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.