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 Libya and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.