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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.