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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Monks,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.