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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.