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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.