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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.