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 Angola 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.