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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.