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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Brick,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.