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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 the Normal to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.