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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.