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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.