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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Organ,
Fear,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.