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 China and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.