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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.