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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.