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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.