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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.