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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sparks,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.