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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.