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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.