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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.