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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.