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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
the Germs,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.