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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.