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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.