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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.