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 Niger and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.