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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
cv313,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.