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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.