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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
JFA,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.