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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.