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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.