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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.