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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.