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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Television,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.