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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Standells,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.