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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.