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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.