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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.