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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.