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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.