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 London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.