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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.