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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.