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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.