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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.