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 Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.