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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.