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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.