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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
10cc,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.