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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.