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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.