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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.