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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
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.