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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.