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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.