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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.