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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.