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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.