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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.