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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.