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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.