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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Chrome,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.