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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.