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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.