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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Sun Ra 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Pole,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.