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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.