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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.