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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.