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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.