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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.