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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.