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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Chrome,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.