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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Liliput,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.