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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.