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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Cybotron,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.