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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.