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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.