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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.