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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
The Wake,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.