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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Liliput,
John Cale,
June Days,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.