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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.