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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.