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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.