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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.