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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.