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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.