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 Czech Republic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.