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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
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Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.