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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
cv313,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.