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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.