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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.