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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.