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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.