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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.