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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.