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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.