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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.