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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Television,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.