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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Wire,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.