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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Offenders to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.