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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.