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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.