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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.