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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.