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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.