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 Andorra and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.