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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.