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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.