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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.