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 Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.