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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.