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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.