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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.