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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.