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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.