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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Qualms,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.