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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.