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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.