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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Q65,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.