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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.