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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.