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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.