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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.