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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.