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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Can,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.