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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
New Order,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.