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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.