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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.