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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.