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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.