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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.