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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.