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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.