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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.