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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.