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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
New Order,
X-102,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.