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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.