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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.