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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.