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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.