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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.