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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Smog,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.