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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.