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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.