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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.