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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.