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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.