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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.