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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.