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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Index,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.