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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.