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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.