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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.