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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.