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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Slave,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.