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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.