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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pole to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Pole,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.