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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.