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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.