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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
UT,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.