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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.