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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.