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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.