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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.