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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.