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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.