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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Monks,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.