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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.